Chapter 813
He continued, “Where is your self-respect?”
As Dolores lowered her head, biting her lip and refusing to respond, Julio’s anger flared. He lifted his hand and gripped her delicate neck. His grip tightened as if he meant to strangle her. Struggling to breathe, Dolores’ face reddened, veins bulging in her neck, and her eyes turned red as well. Julio’s cold expression mirrored her tearful gaze.
“I have no dignity. I’m just a failure. You’re set to become the head of the Fergusoni family. Look at you, so superior, yet why bother with me? Don’t you see how demeaning this is for you?” Tears streamed down Dolores’ cheeks as she pelted him with her questions, each one a struggle to utter.
Upon hearing this, a storm of emotions churned in Julio’s chest. He suddenly released his hold. He could have killed her if he hadn’t controlled himself. Dolores collapsed to the ground, breathing heavily.
She looked up at Julio, got to her feet, and declared, “I’ve told you before that I’ve settled all my debts to you. I would even give my life if you still resent me. But since you haven’t taken my life today, I hope from now on we can act as strangers or even enemies. That would be better than this torment!” With that, she shoved Julio aside and sprinted back into the mansion.
Julio watched her leave, pondering her words, frustration boiling inside him.
In a sudden gesture, he swung his arm and punched the car window. The glass shattered.
Blood flowed from his knuckles, yet he seemed oblivious to the pain. The car alarm went off, drawing the attention of the Vazquez household staff. They hurried over, shocked by the scene. The housekeeper quickly acted, taking Julio to tend to his hand.
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Before Eileen stepped out, she noticed some noises outside but didn’t know what was happening. Her thoughts were consumed by Bryan. As she responded to his messages, she occasionally looked up to acknowledge Leyla’s remarks.
Noticing Eileen was distracted, Leyla fell silent. She shifted slightly and sneakily glanced at Eileen’s phone screen. The smile that played on Eileen’s lips reminded Leyla of the look her daughter had when she was in love. Leyla, aware that Eileen was so accomplished, thought it unlikely for her not to have a significant other at her age. She even believed Eileen might be married.
Previously, she had suspected that the so-called cousin from last time was actually Eileen’s husband, but Eileen had denied the question. Thus, Leyla wasn’t sure about that. She thought of the child the so-called cousin had brought… could the child be Eileen’s?
“Mommy, I’m being good!” Eileen accidentally played a voice message Bryan had sent over the weekend.
The child’s voice was so endearing that Leyla couldn’t help but lean closer to Eileen’s phone. She remarked, “This voice is so sweet. Is this the baby you visited that day?”
“Yes,” Eileen replied. It was only then that Eileen realized she hadn’t informed Leyla about her marriage and her daughter. She quickly pulled up some photos of Gabriela and showed them to Leyla.
“Her name is Gabriela, and she’s one year old.”
Leyla’s mood brightened at the sight of the photos, and she smiled fondly, saying, “Gabriela? I didn’t pay enough attention to her that day. Is she coming today?”
“She can’t come today,” Eileen replied, reminding Leyla. It was only then that Leyla remembered that Gianna had met Bryan before, thinking he was Eileen’s cousin.